He shook his head. 'Grapevine. Rumor control. One of the centurions at the
'It's very hard to keep a secret these days,' he added, 'if people don't think it
Lourdes looked suddenly guilty. 'Well . . . I
Again, Carrera shook his head. 'She didn't spread the word. Arti
Lourdes briefly considered nukes and destroyed cities and mass murder and thought,
As the plane practically auto-hovered over the landing spot—there was enough of a head wind for the thing almost to take off on its own—Carrera glanced over the assembly. He saw that it was not just people, soldiers and their families, but that someone had arranged an honor guard in legionary dress whites, set up a public address system, and had a limousine on station. He turned his head slowly, looking for someone senior he could tear a new asshole in for ruining his planned, private landing.
But,
* * *
'That was a very nice little speech,' Lourdes said, as the two walked from the limousine to the open doorway of Quarters One. Artemisia stood in the doorway. 'Especially since you weren't planning on giving one.'
'I didn't say a word to anyone except my uncle Xavier and Mac,' Arti announced, loudly. 'And they wouldn't have told.'
As Carrera and Lourdes began to ascend the steps to the wide, columned wrap-around porch, they heard a hellish screech, which screech was soon followed by a brightly feathered head bearing remarkably intelligent eyes.
'Jinfeng!' Carrera exclaimed, stopping and bending down to skritch the blue, green, red and gold reptilian bird atop its head. This particular bird had been the pet of—though perhaps
The bird pulled its head back as if to say,
'I'm sorry, Jinfeng,' Carrera said, apologetically. He kept his hand outstretched while saying, 'I wasn't well for a while.'
Bright the bird may have been, about as much so as a gray parrot. Still, it wasn't bright enough to understand the words. It understood the tone well enough, though . . . well enough to give one last indignant screech and a half-hearted snap that deliberately missed the fingers before moving its head into Carrera's reach.
'I've been feeding them,' Artemisia said.
'Them?' Carrera asked.
Arti didn't have to answer. While Jinfeng was being well skritched, three more heads suddenly popped out of the bushes and offered their own screeches.
'Jinfeng! You're a mother!'
* * *
The very existence of the Noahs was surmised from three factors, a handful of artifacts, the Rift itself, and the very strange variety of life on Terra Nova.
That life came, broadly speaking, from several sources. One source was Terra Nova itself, though little of the planet's naturally evolved life had survived the introduction of other, more highly evolved life. Little of it, too, was commercially valuable, though Terra Novan olives—a gray, wrinkled skin, plum sized, and highly astringent stoned fruit—were. Likewise, chorley was a native grain obtained from a low, sunflower-like plant, that made an excellent, buttery bread. Too, there were various forms of peppers, from Joan of Arc to Holy Shit to Satan Triumphant, which spiced up, literally, Terra Novan cuisine.
(Actually, no one could really
Then there was the alien, and possibly genengineered, life. Almost all of that was dangerous. There were the septic mouthed, nocturnally predatory, winged reptiles called 'antaniae,' with their nightly cries of